Sploxioth (splo-shee-oth)
"But... Booyath! You've been in flights before! It's not fair, tell me what it's like!" The ashen-grey brown dragon said, pacing around the smaller dark brown. "And you've got offspring!"
"Who would want you to have kids?" Grunted the burly dragon. "You're a complete nincompoop."
"nin... nin com what?" The older but far more naive dragon asked. He tilted his head in that way he always did when he wanted something from the humans, but it wasn't working on his 'friend' Booyath. The dragon's mismatched eyes swirled angry colors. "You probably just insulted me, didn't you?"
"You catch on fast," Booyath said, looking away. "Look, if you wanna know what it's like, go find a female and fly her." He shrugged, and started rolling a cigarette. He wasn't the only dragon in the Healing Den that smoked, but he was the only one who got away with it because of his attitude and strength.
"Okay, fine, I will!" Sploxioth strutted out of their large dorm, and went into the main halls of the Den. He wasn't a huge dragon, but he was a good sized brown. His miniature front legs made him look a little funny, so he always walked upon his hind legs, as bipedal as they came from his clutch. His little hands fiddled with each other. "What am I going to do? Just fly around until I find a female?" He glanced around at the main flight hall, which had openings to other dorms, the healing center, and the sands.
"I know! I'll ask a female! They'll know!" He darted off in search of a female.
What he did next might have gotten anyone else slapped silly. He found Amazonth, another of Booyath's 'clutch' mates. She was huge, a gold of good size and strength, wearing camo boots and having tattooed brown and other colors over her skin. She gazed at the annoying little male, and her eyes flashed red.
But that didn't stop him from asking, "Amazonth, I want to mate! Can you help me?"
The angry queen towered above him and then tilted her head a bit. ".... Hmmmmm. Maybe," she said. He missed the dripping of irony in her voice...
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Amazonth wasn't all that surprised to hear the frantic footfalls and muttered excuse-me's of Sploxioth coming into her dorm a few days later. The panting, worried looking dragon was even more ashy-colored than usual, maybe his color changed with his exertion.
"A- ama- Amazonth!" He panted. His crest bobbed with his heaving breath. "You - I - It - he -"
"Calm down, old boy, you'll give yourself a coronary. Which wouldn't be a bad thing." The spiteful bitch rolled over to her side, "what is the problem?" She knew very well what the problem was. Of course.
"Weerth is a BOY dragon!" Bellowed the male, "he's - he's - I got gold glitter paint all over me when I tried to - aaaagh!" Sploxioth rambled into bitter incoherency.
"He's a boy? Hmm. I hadn't noticed." Amazonth blandly said. "He makes a smashing gold, though."
"..." Sploxioth tried to form some witty reply but as usual his vocabulary failed him.
Sploxioth eventually got it out of his head to listen to things around the Den. There were always flights, but... maybe not yet. Maybe what he really needed was to get out and watch some, or even try his paw at sponsoring some other dragons.
After all, more dragons was always better! So off he went (oblivious as ever) and discovered a nice dark place which had plenty of shiny, brightly glowing dragon pups.
"Hi!" He said to no one in particular. It was always best to just say hi and wait for whoever was going to reply. That way he knew they would be friendly!
It only took a moment, before one of the brightly-colored kits lurched toward him and said, "hey!"
He did a nosedive, and Sploxioth was there to catch the little bugger. "Watch it, don't wanna break your... um... antennas!"
"I know! I know, they say be careful too," the little glowy-antennaed dragonet indicated his parents, who seemed quite pleased with themselves.
"Well they're probably right. Lots of folks tell me that, too." Sploxioth looked away in embarrassment.
"No way, they do not! You're all big! And stuff!" The dragonet bumped up against the ash-brown dragon's leg, "I'm Udonoun, what's your name?"
"Sploxioth!" The excitable dragon replied, a little loud. The small dragonet before him winced, but then giggled.
"That's so cool, you an' me we can do stuff no one else thinks of, huh? Watch what I can do!" The dragonet concentrated hard, very hard, and within a few moments a small static-colored creepy-crawly thing came into being near him. It fluttered around, wandered into the air, and then zapped Sploxioth on the nose when it touched him!
"Ow!" Sploxioth said, it hadn't really hurt much, but it surprised him. But then got him to thinking... "You know you're right! With your little zapper and my um, gifted voice," that was a joke, everyone thought he just spoke too loudly and was a bit of a naive idiot, "we can really have some fun!"
Off they went...
Eventually, of course, Sploxioth did find a mate, Trillibeth and Dulath (surprisingly on both counts - one because she wasn't interested in much contact, and the other because she was Baeris' bond) had cornered him along with the big black Tamisra, and under the watchful gaze (well, she didn't watch their actual mating - until they got to it themselves!) of Nitadan they created little bipedal eggbusters. They were destined for big things, those dragons!
"I would like to visit them some day, don't they have practice at Carramba?" Asked Udonoun, poking his head into a sack of rice and coming out with his muzzle completely covered in the grains. They shouldn't have been in the store room, but that's where they'd found themselves...
"They do, ... do you think you want to go there too? I mean, I thought about it, but I'm ... not..." Sploxioth looked away again.
"Oh stop it, you're not stupid, my friend, you're ... you're my friend! I wouldn't be friends with some dummy!" Udonoun nudged the still-larger dragon. Though he was given to think - he was an adolescent and already pretty big, what would happen if he were too big to attend classes?
Or if people mocked him for his habit of chewing on his own tail? He wasn't poisonous - at least his tail wasn't, and he was immune to his own toothy bite. But it was kind of a silly little-kid thing to do. He just ... liked holding on to something warm and soft, and his tail was the closest thing!
"I think we can ask," Sploxioth finally said. "Maybe we can take classes together, but it's summer there. That's why the team's showing off, there is room they said."
"Well let's go, pal," Udonoun announced, unable to move himself through the Nexus, he allowed his bigger friend to do so!
Gender: Male
Breed: Nightmourner/Whorling/Old World/AAM Beast/Alskyrian/Danachian/Chaotic/SCD/Flurry/Hathian/Piralan/Gryvern/Lesser Kynnese/Schatternaki/Geperna/Featherdragon/Iullerbrillan Mutt
Colour: Gold (With black/white boots and Red Hair)
Size: Medium (14' tall-shoulder, 42' long)
Abilities: Bioluminescence, Verbal Speech, Poisonous Bite, Wall Climbing, Create Lightning Spiders
Basic Personality: Thin-Skinned, Playful